queer-kid asked: when are you going to make a update video?
I don’t think that I will to be honest. I don’t feel as if I have a major interest in making videos anymore. I update twitter and Instagram occasionally but that is the extent of updates for now.
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I’m writing my essay on cyber-bullying right now
and there was this article that said “anon hate hurts us because when we read it, we don’t hear the attacker’s voice, we hear our own”
and that’s a really good observation.
when straight guys ask how lesbian sex works i feel really bad for their girlfriends because if you dont understand how to have sex with a girl in any way other than repeatedly putting your dick in her you are having some really bad sex
I want to reblog this 100 times but I’ll just do it once
Growing up I was the tough guy. That hard ass that was independent and dealt with whatever was thrown my way.
I transitioned to a phase in my life, around the end of college years, where I became full of so many overwhelming emotions. I was suddenly really happy, or incredibly sad, or so anxious I felt like crawling out of my skin. I also starting putting trust into people, one specific person the most.
I had a time during those years where I would look back and say, gosh I used to be so tough and in control of my emotions, when did I become such a bawl baby? I literally cry over everything now. I could be happy and crying. If someone I care about tells me they love me, cry. If I talk about having a good or bad day and just word vomit about the sequence of events, cry. Why do I cry so damn much? Why can’t I be the tough guy again?!
Want to know what I realized? I was never a tough guy. I was never truly in control of my feelings and emotions. I was numb. I was numb to love and relationships and the full spectrum of human emotions.
“I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was being tough but it wasn’t.”
So yes, I will most likely cry if you tell me you are proud of me.
Yes, I will probably cry if I talk about my day.
Yes, I will most likely experience an intense body consuming feeling of anxiety when I talk about the future or past or any sudden change of plans that may occur.
I’ll probably even have some spirally thoughts spinning around in my brain yelling at me about this or that, but I can feel. I not only know what love, sadness, anxiety, depression, and happiness are but I can feel them. I know what it feels like to be so sad that you don’t want to get out of bed in the morning. I know what it feels like to be so happy that your heart may actually explode. I know what it feels like to be so in love that even laying in bed with your partner, skin touching skin, still does not feel close enough and never really will.
I’m not tough. I’m an emotional wreck but at least I know what it’s like to feel.